Page 22 of Her Hat Trick Daddies
We just didn’t realize it would be to our detriment.
Now, what are we supposed to do about this damn video three years later?
“Can anyone tell it’s us?” Shane asks.
Andy chuckles, and I’d chalk it up to nerves if he weren’t one of the most laidback guys I know. I’ve seen him outdrink every rookie at team parties, then turn around and give the best advice they could ask for on handling tricky blocks or flashy moves from rival teams—all in the same night. The guy doesn’t rattle easy.
“How are they gonna tell, huh?” Andy says, pointing at my screen. “We were covered up. What’s the average porn-watcher gonna recognize?”
He’s not wrong. Unless someone who’s already been with us has a freakish memory for moles, scars, or tattoos—and happens to get their porn from this site—we should be fine. The odds of a random viewer piecing it together are virtually nonexistent.Not zero… but close. It’s not like we’re out there banging a different woman every other Friday, either.
“Should we ask the site about taking it down?” Shane asks, but I immediately shake my head.
“That might draw more attention. We don’t need this thing backfiring in our faces.”
Shane clamps a hand on the back of his neck. “Bro, I feel like we need to get out in front of this, though. Control the narrative if you get my drift.”
Shane has always been the biggest worrywart I’ve ever known. And while I’m itching to call him paranoid, I can’t deny he’s got a point.
And Andy is still smiling, but part of me wants to wipe that grin right off his face.
“Man, you’re overreacting,” he says. Andy looks between Shane and me, still calm as hell. “Both of you are. There’s no problem unless we make it one.”
“So, what? We ignore this and see what happens?” I demand, my voice sharp.
Andy shrugs. “Yeah, basically.”
There’s a line between being chill and being too damn chill, and right now, I can’t decide if Andy’s crossing it. I don’t feel like either Shane or I are blowing this out of proportion.
“And if someone screenshots this and claims it’s us?” Shane challenges, his voice speeding up, anger creeping into his tone. “What then?”
“Look, at first, I thought we could just let it slide, but now, I’m not so sure,” I admit, slipping into captain mode and trying to keep a handle on the situation. “Nothing ever really disappears on the internet. That video’s not just going to fizzle out. I’m leaning more toward Shane’s side. The real question is, what can we actually do about it that won’t come back to bite us in the ass?”
We’re not out of the woods, and the knot in my stomach would agree. The reality is that video is only going to gain more views… fast. And no matter how low the chances are of someone using it against us, it doesn’t feel right having something like that floating around on the internet.
“Fuck, she was such a stunner. I still fucking think about her. Hell, I could still fuckingfeelher,” Shane mutters, his eyes glued to the screen.
I paused the video on a sight that could make any man weak: her mouth stretched around Shane’s cock while Andy pounded into her soaked pussy on the couch. She looked like fucking perfection. And now, my dick’s starting to rise.
Andy smirks like the cocky son of a bitch he is. “Hell of a memory, huh?”
Even Shane quirks his lips, clocking exactly what I’m doing. After adjusting my burgeoning erection, I flip them both the bird, snatch the phone from Shane, and chuck it onto the nearby table. I cross the plush hotel carpet and throw a hand toward the door.
“All right, guys. We need to get serious about this. Come up with a real plan, and sooner rather than later,” I say, voice firm.
They nod and head out without a fight, though I pretend I don’t hear Andy’s laugh, and once they’re gone, I snatch my phone back for one last look at the red-masked blonde.
Then I kill the site, clear the cookies for good measure, and plug the phone on the charger. Flipping through TV channels, I land on a baseball game, a sport I couldn’t give half a damn about compared to hockey. Letting it drone in the background, I strip down to my boxers and shut my eyes.
Our flight home is early tomorrow. But no matter what I do, my brain won’t shut the hell up.
Phoenix haunts me yet again.
Chapter 7
Leighton
The appointment I scheduled today with David probably looks insignificant to anyone glancing at my calendar. On the surface, it’s just another interview. But it’s anything but. This conversation could change everything. His life, mine, and maybe even Andy Webb’s and Shane Jacobson’s.
